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The Reckoning	By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21947 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the creation of JK Rowling. I own nothing of Harry Potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
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The following morning, Severus made his way to breakfast in The Great Hall. As he took his place at the staff table, he let his eyes fall on Hermione, who was already indulging in a plate of eggs and toast at the Gryffindor table. He smiled inwardly as he watched her shovel her breakfast into her mouth like a starved animal. In that moment, she seemed as if she could certainly out eat the Weasley boy, who almost always ate as if he’d never see food again. Professor Snape took a sip from his teacup and forced himself to look away.
It was downright painful to send her away in the early hours of morning. Smuggling her out of his chambers certainly wasn’t difficult, but he was irritated from not wanting to do it at all. He simply placed her under a disillusionment charm, escorted her up another charmed and hidden staircase, and relinquished her to Gryffindor tower with clear instructions not to lift the disillusionment charm until she was behind the curtains of her own four poster bed.
“Hermione,” he had said as he cast the charm in his sitting room, “I know this is less than ideal. I have a few ideas but I’m just not sure how best to keep this up. I need to think some more.”
She nodded in understanding before kissing him one more time. “I trust you. It will be alright,” she stated calmly.
He smiled at her in return. “Thursday, after potions, I want you to stay behind. We will talk more then.”
She nodded again and he kissed her once more before they set off down the dimly lit corridor.
Now, as he watched her from the corner of his eye in The Great Hall, Thursday seemed like very far away. He pursed his lips and tried to remind himself to keep his head straight, but the thought of spending the night alone was downright painful. Over the past several weeks he had grown accustomed to the curve of her hip against him, the scent of her hair, the sound of her breathing...
He shook his head to force himself from his reverie and took a bite of toast. With irritation, he tossed the crust back onto the plate before pushing his chair back and walking through the staff door with indignation.
Hermione heard the scruff of wooden chair legs on the floor and looked up just in time to see the staff door swing closed behind him. She hid her concern and turned back to her friends.
“This afternoon,” Harry said. “For tea.” He reached out to touch Hermione’s hand as he sought her attention. “Hermione, did you hear me?”
Hermione’s eyes shot back to him. “Yes. For tea. I heard you...tomorrow. No, today. Tea with whom, did you say?” She furrowed her brow.
Ron laughed out loud. “Tea with McGonagall. This afternoon. What on earth has you so distracted, Hermione?”
“Nothing,” she bit back sharply. “I just missed the details. I’ll see you then.” She flashed a soft smile and pushed her plate away before she exited The Great Hall without looking back.
“She’s distracted,” Ginny whispered in Harry’s ear.
He looked at her squarely. “Do you think it’s because of...” Harry covertly glanced at the staff table. Ginny nodded slowly in reply. Harry sighed and took another bite of his eggs. “I’ll talk to her.”
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When Hermione arrived to Potion’s Class on Thursday, her frustration with Professor Snape had come to a head. Yes, she understood that subtlety was an art and that he happened to be the master of it, but as much as she tried to bury her emotions, she could not ignore that she was downright pissed. He was actively avoiding her, of that she was certain. When she let her bag fall to the ground beside her desk, the thud that erupted seemed to cut through the room like a sharpened blade.
Severus looked up from his desk at at the sound. He licked his lip as their eyes locked and he contemplated what to say, if anything at all. Instead, he chose to ignore the intrusion.
As it turns out, he chose to ignore Hermione Granger for the entire double block. He sent her no signal, no hint, no thoughtful glance in her direction to let her know how he felt. When class ended, she didn’t know whether she wanted to cry or spit on his shoes.
She looked up from her desk as the others filed from the room. Severus’ heart ached as he finally allowed his eyes to lock with hers. He had seen that her stoic facade was cracking, and the moment the door closed behind the exiting students, he called her up to his desk.
“Hermione, come here,” he said. His voice was gentle, yet urgent.
Hermione remained in her seat. She glared at him.
“Hermione,” he said gently.
She pushed her chair back and stood slowly. She approached Professor Snape’s desk and leaned against it.
“Why?” She asked with a shrug of one shoulder. “Why do I feel like this?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Hermione,” he said again as he tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. “Hermione, I...” he broke his gaze and shook his head with agitation. “I almost came to Gryffindor tower last night.”
Hermione was taken aback. She looked at him and waited for further explanation.
“I haven’t slept well. I miss you. When I told you to stay after class today I wasn’t planning to say what I’m about to say, but Hermione,” he raked his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I miss you when I can’t have you.”
Hermione felt the air catch in her throat. She didn’t know how to breathe, let alone if his admission made her feel relief or if she now felt desperate instead. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to come around the desk and sit in his lap, but she resisted.
“Professor,” she said slowly, straightening herself to her full height, “would you say I’m the best Potion’s student you’ve ever had?”
Severus responded without hesitation. “Unequivocally”. His eyes were intently focused on hers.
She shook away her frustration. “I was wondering is perhaps you had ever considered the possibility of taking on one particularly very talented and very passionate student for more advanced, private lessons.” Hermione stared at him cautiously andthen she smiled bashfully in order to convey her intent.
“I assume you are referring to yourself?” Professor Snape asked as Hermione made her way around the desk. Once she stood before him, she grabbed the edge and hoisted herself backwards onto the desk. She crossed her legs and sat perched before him, slowly nodding.
“I don’t think this is what you want to do...” he said.
Hermione smiled in reply. “I have always felt that potions were the future of the Wizarding world, and we must allocate more resources and education to the future. Professor, studying directly under your tutelage would be the best thing...”
“Hermione. Stop. I see what you’re trying to do, but it would be disingenuous. And...highly immoral. We’d be lying to Mistress..”
“I already told McGonagall,” Hermione blurted exasperatedly and the look on Severus’ face sent her into panic. “Not everything,” she hurriedly reassured him as she grabbed his arm. “But I told her just what I’ve told you. We had tea the other day and I said that you and I had grown close over the summer; after the war. I told her how I helped take care of you and get you back on your feet. She said that Harry already told her that we spent time together.” Severus stared at her as she explained, shock and anger flashing across his face. “I said that from your discussions, I feel that I have a future in potions, and that I wanted to have the ability to work and study privately with you here at Hogwarts.”
He smiled at her and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles as he raised them to his lips. “I would love to have you study under me, but, sweetheart, your intention is not pure. I can’t allow it.”
“No, you misunderstand me. My intention is completely pure. I have a gift and a passion for potions and I want to study under your expertise. You are the only man I wish to learn from, and we enjoy spending time together, talking, and debating. I don’t want that to stop. The fact that I’ll be able to spend more time with you is an incidental bonus,” she said. “Please.”
Snape laughed out loud. “Incidental my arse; but I can’t be responsible for denying the world of an incredible potion’s talent. Do you really want this?”
Hermione nodded and he brushed his thumb across her knuckles.
Professor Snape shuffled some papers into a neat stack and tapped them against the desk. “Alright, Miss Granger. You will continue to attend your regular class, but will have regularly scheduled private lessons with me. And they begin now.”
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